Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: 2. Aunties in the M World Love Sexual Harassment
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"........."
".........."
Silence.
I knew Mom was a true masochist, and I was certain she was pretty open about sexual stuff too. That's why I'd said it.
'Huh, why isn't she saying anything?'
I figured she'd react somehow, and then I'd have something to say back. But Mom had heard me loud and clear—or at least, it made me wonder if she had. She was just staring at the TV.
'Did she not hear me?'
I hadn't said it that loudly, so maybe the TV had drowned it out.
I was debating whether to say it again when Mom finally spoke up.
"Haa... Taeyang! Are you imitating that Sadist Crime we saw earlier?"
"Huh?... Ah, no, I'm..."
"You little rascal! No matter what, you can't copy crimes like that! You think I'd spank your butt if you talked to me that way?"
Mom looked seriously pissed, frowning as she started scolding me.
'Shouldn't have said it...'
I'd decided to live in this true-masochist-only world, so my first move was to test how masochistic Mom really was. But all I got was a standard scolding, like in any family.
"No matter how much you like Queen types, you can't imitate crimes to find one!..."
Mom had no idea I was the son from Earth in another dimension, so she really laid into me with words. I wound up kneeling on my own, listening to her lecture.
"Haa... Don't pull pranks like that anymore! Families have boundaries, even if it's just between us!"
"Y-Yes... Sorry..."
"Phew... Alright, go to your room and study! Midterms are coming up soon!"
"Okay..."
My experiment to gauge how masochistic the people in this world were—starting with Mom, driven by my own desires—had ended in failure.
'Guess even in a world like this, family lines can't be crossed...'
No matter how sexually open society had become, maybe stuff between family members was still taboo. Mom's words and actions were firm about it.
I slunk back to my room without even breaking even. Sure, she was Mom from another world, but I felt relieved I wouldn't actually train her... while also regretting it a little.
"Yeah, even if she's Mom from another world, there are ethical issues..."
To me, this 'Mom' was a total stranger—a woman I'd never met. But here, she was my mother, so who knows what would've happened if she'd said okay back then.
"Ugh... Still, that face and body are such a waste..."
I'd held onto some basic ethics, but missing out on a beauty like that left a real pang of regret.
"Whatever... There are plenty of women out there, and they all love S types! No need to mope!"
I hadn't checked everyone yet, but with this whole world full of true masochists, I was convinced they'd all adore the one S like me.
So even if Mom was off-limits, there were tons of other targets. I shook it off and dove back into the internet to learn more about this world.
That's when I realized I still had no clue just how masochistic these people really were.
"Internet's got its limits, huh..."
I'd spent hours lurking like a total hikikomori, but the info was still pretty limited.
Sure, I learned they were even more masochistic than I thought, and way wilder situations were totally normal here. But reading text and watching videos wasn't enough.
"Seeing is believing! Better to go out and check it myself than just scroll forever!"
I made up my mind. Since Mom was still mad, I cracked my door open cautiously and peeked into the living room.
"M-Mom, I'm gonna take a quick walk."
"Okay? Be back before dinner."
"A-Alright."
I thought she'd still be upset, but it wasn't a big deal after all—or maybe she'd cooled off thinking I'd been studying quietly in my room for hours.
Either way, I threw on some clothes and stepped outside with my heart pounding.
'I live in an apartment, huh...'
Back home, we'd had an old house, so apartments felt kinda novel.
These corridor-style ones were rare now—poor privacy protection made them hard to find. But in a world where people loved being seen, open layouts like this felt natural.
"Oh, Taeyang! Where you off to?"
"Huh?... Ah, hi... Um... J-Just going for a walk."
I was calming my nerves, ready to head out for real, when someone called to me. I turned and saw a stunning beauty who rivaled Mom greeting me.
'Who is she? Next-door sis? Auntie?... Damn, those tits are huge...'
She seemed to know me, but she was a total stranger to me, so I was pretty flustered.
But with her sleepy, half-lidded eyes, she spoke in a soft, alluring voice. And those breasts—even bigger than Mom's—caught my eye, making me miss my chance to bolt.
"A walk sounds nice~ Auntie loves strolling around outside too~"
'Auntie?! Why do all the women here look so young?!'
She looked like a sultry big sis, but her words pegged her around Mom's age.
'And... every time she laughs, those tits jiggle.'
The auntie was chatting away excitedly, and I nodded vaguely in response.
She seemed thrilled with that, smiling as she kept talking. Every little laugh made her breasts bounce lightly.
No bra, apparently—they swayed freely, cleavage on full display. I couldn't focus on the conversation.
The movement alone screamed size and softness; no average chest could pull that off.
"Um... Taeyang?"
"Y-Yes... Ah! Yeah, yeah!"
I'd been spacing out, staring too openly at her chest. I looked up at her face—her cheeks were a bit flushed, a troubled smile on her lips.
"You're at that age where girls are all you think about... but staring at an old auntie like this must be embarrassing..."
She wasn't mad I'd looked—instead, she bashfully covered her chest a little with her hand, embarrassed about her own body.
'Not even pissed I was checking her out...'
In my old world, this would've been sexual harassment—prime lawsuit material. Laws existed here too, but actual reports? Never.
True masochists saw harassment like this as light compliments. Even rougher stuff? They'd love it.
So sneaking peeks at her chest just boosted her mood, making her blush with pride at her feminine appeal.
"N-No, it's not! Auntie, your tits are so huge and soft-looking, I wanna grab 'em and squeeze!"
'Shit!...'
Caught ogling, I panicked—and my real thoughts slipped out.
Silence.
Just like with Mom and the spanking line, quiet hung between us.
"Th-Thank you..."
Unlike Mom's anger, Auntie blushed like a schoolgirl with her first crush, averting her eyes in shyness.
It wasn't dislike—no, she was fumbling like she'd heard a confession and didn't know how to respond. Her lips curved up; she was thrilled by the harassment.
'Even this lands well...'
My blurted panic-talk had turned into her ultimate compliment; she beamed.
"T-Taeyang, you've grown up so polite, hee hee... Saying stuff like that even to a frumpy old auntie..."
She figured it was just flattery, not sincere—but hell yeah, I meant every word.
"N-No, really! I'd love to play with 'em all day, slap 'em, yank 'em around!"
"Eh!? R-Really...? Heh heh heh..."
Her happy reaction egged me on; I ramped up the dirty talk.
She sensed I was serious, blushing harder, delighted.
Talking about manhandling her tits was wildly abnormal—but here, being treated rough was peak bliss.
"W-Well... I gotta head home now... S-See ya later."
"Sure~ Take care!"
Thrilled yet shy from my praise, she covered her flushed cheek with one hand and scurried off.
"This world is insane..."
Back home, cops would've slapped cuffs on me by now. Here? It was auntie-melting charm.
"Awesome! Loving it more every second."
Failed with Mom, but Auntie's reaction sealed it. I headed out of the apartment again to see just how different this world was.
In my chat with her, I'd only glanced at her face at the end—so I missed how her nipples poked hard enough to show through her clothes.